Love's Labour's Lost
By
William Shakespeare
Act IV:
Scene 3

BEROWNE. Advance your standards, and upon them, lords;Pell-mell, down with them! be first advis'd,In conflict that you get the sun of them.

LONGAVILLE. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by:Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France?

KING. And win them too; therefore let us deviseSome entertainment for them in their tents.

BEROWNE. First, from the park let us conduct them thither;Then homeward every man attach the handOf his fair mistress: in the afternoonWe will with some strange pastime solace them,Such as the shortness of the time can shape;For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers.

KING. Away, away! No time shall be omitted,That will betime, and may by us be fitted.